With a sudden calm he simply shrugged and said. "You're right. There are worse things." He started taking slow steps with every statement. "And you know what I've seen them. What could be worse than knowing that you were only revived to fight and die over and over. What could be worse than knowing you're expendable. What could be worse than having friends who would gladly die for you. What could be worse than having each one of them die forever to save your life. What could be worse than being rejected by even my own kind. What could be worse than to live everyday with the knowledge that you killed your friends." Now he was directly in front of it. His whole being was trembling and glowing faintly, the stone beneath his feet cracked.

Completely ignoring the false Ahamkara, Shovaroth lowered his head and turned it to where his right eye was in front of the Guardian. "[i]I vowed to drive your kind to extinction, to avenge those I lost because of your lust for power. But now? I realize death is too good for[/i] you." His voice seethed with hate, and a hint of sorrow. The thoughts of his kind dying one by one by the Guardians were teeming at the back of his mind. "[i]I will let you live, and you can watch just as I did as your people die one by one. Then you will know what it feels like to be truly alone."[/i] He lifted his head away from the Guardian, but he still kept his hate filled glare on it. "[i]I can't bring my kind back. You caused me to be alone for centuries to suffer that. And now I have been given a chance for vengeance. Just know,[/i] Guardian. [i]The coming storm that I bring; it is all because of you."[/i] His form dissipated and he returned his consciousness back into his mind, leaving the Guardian to it's own. He opened his eyes and looked out into the void of space. "You will be avenged. The Light will pay for what they did. They will [i]all[/i] pay."